BOYS TAKE OFF THEIR SHIRTS SO WEIRD THEY LIKE GRAB THE SHIRT FROM THE BACK OF THEIR NECK AND YANK IT OVER THEIR HEAD THAT IS SO SEXUAL LIKE I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW YOU DO IT BOYS
After I saw this post, I thought, why the hell not.
needs to be reblogged again bc of added gifs. thank you emily.
um happy birthday
“It’s gotta be like an extension of yourself or something.”
Jinki blinks at Joon and Joon blinks back. “Fuck did you get that mumbo jumbo from?”
“From my Bad Kitty DVD.”
Jinki rolls his eyes and wonders why he even bothers. “Look, you said you were going to teach me how to work this thing for his birthday, not give me an existential lesson on inanimate objects.”
Joon tsks. “No wonder you never get laid. So negative.”
“LIKE I was saying, an extension of yourself. Gotta find your core. Gotta know your core. Gotta be one with your core.
“Right.” He reaches up and grabs the pole. “You know how to do a body wave right?”
“Well, it’s simple. Grab the pole. Do a body wave, look over your shoulder. It’s all in the eyes. Smolder Smolder, maybe a wink. Then do another body roll. Then you kinda just spin around and put your back up against it and slide down while you know….more smoldering.”
“Oh my god, this is going to be a disaster,” Jinki groans.
“Well, atleast TRY it before you say no, sheesh. I mean, at the very least, have you seen your thighs? We can put you in some leather assless chaps and even if you spin around the pole like a rabid monkey, you’re still going to have him hard as sophomore trigonometry.” Joon pushes Jinki closer to the pole. “C’mon. Try it.”
Joon rushes to the CD player and pops in a T-Pain CD. Jinki, who is practicing his body rolls, stops.
“I am not dancing to that.”
“Fuck else are you going to dance to? Lucifer? Pon Pon Pon? You can’t choreograph your way out of this one. It has to be sexy. ”
Joon blinks. “Good idea, but no. Something exciting for the man, not a song you sing together all the damn time.”
Got the body of a goddess Got eyes, butter pecan brown, I see you girl
Joon whistles loudly as Jinki gets into a rhythm. He bends over, rotates his hips and tries to shake his ass. “Yes, Lee Jinki! Be the pole! You are the pole!”
“He better appreciate this,” Jinki grumbles.
“He’d appreciate you in a burlap sack doing the chicken dance. Trust me, you’re going to kill him with this.”
Joon smiles and turns the music up louder. “We should get some body glitter.”